Regynn Winters

Returning

“Did you see him?” 

“Yeah, I saw him.”

“Well? Did you talk to him?”

The slight shake of the head accompanied by an almost inaudible, “No.”

“Why ever not? That’s the whole reason you came back wasn’t it?”

A shrug, “I guess. That was part of it anyway.”

“So. Why didn’t you talk to him?”

Regynn finally raised her head, her eyes glistening slightly in the lamp light, “He was with someone.” she shrugged before lowering her head to her sewing needle.

“Someone? Someone. Why that little…” 

“Clair no. It’s my fault. I went away without a word and stayed away. Without a word. It’s been ages since I spoke to him. Besides, we were always just friends anyway. Marc never saw me as anything but that. I was stupid to think it would ever be anything else.”

“Well tell me what happened. How do you know their a couple?” Clair asked.

“I saw them walking. They were talking, they were… I… I could just tell. So I left them to it. There’s no way I was going to intrude on that. He looked happy. I’m glad he’s happy. I’m glad he’s forgotten about me.”

Clair gave her friend a withering glance, “He hasn’t forgotten you hon, he’s just moved on. Men do that.”